15 comments/ 205303 views/ 33 favorites Ceasing the Teasing By: monsterrdude In the beginning, the relationship with my sister was rocky to say the least. But after she finally got rid of the girl-beatin-up-little-beotch she was married to, we started getting closer by the minute. I'm not sure when I actually began looking at her in a sexual way, but I am sure that she had me ogling and having impure thoughts in no time at all. At first, she seemed oblivious to my sudden attraction, but after we spent more and more time together, it sure looked like she was going out of her way to get my attention. Don't get me wrong; I am in love with my wife, and of course I felt guilty at first about my sudden interest in her sister, but I couldn't seem to stop myself. Besides, my wife Terri had been hinting for quite a while that Tammy and I should do the nasty. With comments like "she hasn't been laid in a while, maybe you should help her out;" "time for you to perform your husbandly duties for Tammy;" and my personal favorite was once (or twice) during sex she said "I wish Tammy was here." Needless to say, it didn't take long for me to let go of my guilt and be totally honest with myself: I wanted to fuck my sister. The weirdest part is that they are total opposites. While Terri seems prudish outside of the bedroom, Tammy is a wild child no matter where she is. Terri is slim and Tammy is. . .well, let's call it full figured. She's not fat, she's just got a little extra cushion. But it looks good on her, and, let me tell you, that girl's got an ass that'll kill you. WOW! But, perhaps the main difference (and most likely the main reason for my attraction) is the level of self esteem, or lack thereof, in Tammy's case. You see, wife beaters have to break their wives down emotionally first. That way they'll put up with the beatings. If he has her convinced that she's unattractive to everyone else and that she's lucky to have him, she won't leave his sorry ass when he decides to prove his "manhood" by beating up a girl. Yeah, that's real manly, alright. So even though she finally wised up and sent him packing, the emotional scars he left behind were far from healed. Pity wasn't the reason behind my newfound lust; I guess it was the challenge. The quest to turn this unsure hottie back into the confident woman she deserved to be was quite a motivator; not to mention that she's gorgeous and, ooh that ass! Anyway, her house was falling down around her, and, being the only man in her life, I started helping her fix the place up. I put a metal roof on it, put silicone around the windows and winterized everything on the outside. Then we started working on the inside. She had hired a crew to remodel one of her bathrooms, but they couldn't legally do any plumbing. Rather than call a plumber and get raped on labor charges, she called and asked me to help her. Actually, she set it up with Terri. Let the teasing begin! She started out slow, of course. When I arrived the next afternoon, toolbox in hand, I noticed that the shorts she was wearing were skin tight. Upon closer inspection, I saw that there were no panty lines, not even the thong arrow. Although it was odd for her to be wearing shorts in the wintertime (commando no less), I didn't think anything of it. I simply enjoyed the view as she led me to the closet behind the bathroom. The wall in the closet had been left stud-bare so I could get to the plumbing. "Thank you for helping me."she said as we reached the closet. "Hey, it's no problem." I replied, stepping past her and into the closet. "I'd rather do it this way than have some plumber charge the shit out of you." "Well I'll help you, of course." she said. "You'll just have to tell me where you need me." "Mm. . .a lot of possibilities in that statement." I joked. Our recent flirtations had given her confidence a badly needed boost, therefore I took every opportunity that presented itself. "Be careful," she replied, "don't bite off more than you can chew." Touche. Mentally patting myself on the back for the progress of her self-esteem, I turned to the plumbing and began to remove the old drain kit from the bathtub. I had to lay on my back to get to it and, as I suspected (or feared) the damn thing was so corroded that it wouldn't budge. Not to mention that I had zero room to maneuver and, no matter how I tried to prop the flashlight, I couldn't see shit. "Can you hold the light for me?" I asked. "How am I supposed to do that?" she asked. "Well, just turn it on and shine it right here so I can see what I'm doing." My smart-ass came out before I realized just how precarious the situation had become. Realizing my ignorance, she decided to have fun with it. "Ok, but you may not want to tell Terri about this." she teased. "What are you talking about?" That's when I looked down and realized that with my legs sticking out the door, and the need for us to be in the same space; she would have to straddle me. For her to hold the light where I needed it, we would be in the cowgirl position; fully clothed, but erotic nonetheless. "Oh! Sorry. I'll see if I can make do." I said. "Yeah, I knew you'd chicken out." she replied. Of course I couldn't let that pass. "Who's chicken? Get down here if you're woman enough." There. I turned it right back around on her. Our eyes met and held for what seemed like forever. I couldn't read her expression and wondered if I'd made a mistake. Was she mad? Did I fail some test? Was she going to tell Terri that I'd gone too far? Reaching above my head, I resumed my work, (without the light) and tried to put the whole sticky situation behind us. Apparently, I had nothing to worry about. While straining to break the connection, I could suddenly see what I was doing because the light appeared right where I needed it. I could feel her thighs pressing gently on either side of me, her crotch poised just millimeters from my own. She had leaned forward to hold the light in the right spot, but why didn't I notice her breasts before? The collar of her shirt gapped, giving me a perfect shot of her braless tits and hard nipples in all their glory. I quickly looked up to her eyes so she wouldn't catch me ogling, but it was too late. She didn't say anything, but I could tell she'd seen me. Luckily, she was smiling. "Boy I hope you don't tell her about this!" I said. "That we're in this position, or that you're enjoying it?" she asked, with that insanely cute, mischievous grin of hers. "Both." "Don't worry," she said, "I'm just as guilty as you are." "Promise?" "Promise." "Good." I said. I returned to the task at hand. As I strained to break the connection on the fitting, I must have raised my hips a little. I heard her sharp intake of breath as my crotch touched hers. My dick had been at full attention since we started this little episode and I could tell that it had wedged perfectly along the length of her pussy. I lowered my hips, put the wrench down, and looked at her. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean. . ." "It's ok," she interrupted, her face flushed, "we'll keep that a secret too." "That it happened. . . or that you enjoyed it?" "Both." she laughed. "Good." As we shared a chuckle, I lost what little resolve I had left. Given the fact that she was having just as much fun as I was, I couldn't resist pushing a little farther. I reached down, grabbed her hips and pulled her down to me. She gasped as our loins came into full contact with each other for a second time. It occurred to me that, short of super-human strength (not to mention breaking both of her legs), there was no way I could have pulled her down on me without her help. She could have easily resisted, but didn't. "Sorry," I said, letting go of her hips, "I couldn't help it." I was right. Although I "let her up," our position remained unchanged. "You can't stop now, teaser." she said; her face still flushed. She put the flashlight down and pushed herself up; her hands now supporting her upper body. "I warned you about biting off more than you can chew." Still smiling at me, she began to grind her hips into mine. My agonizingly hard dick had made itself at home; wedged into the crevice that had been beckoning (haunting?) me for the past year. Her smile transformed into the sexiest look of pure lust that I had ever seen. Grabbing her ass, I did my best to match her rhythm as the tempo of both her breathing and her grinding began to increase. After all the jokes I'd made about "dry-humping," I never thought it would really work. I honestly thought we would have to remove our clothes and get down to it before she could get off. I was wrong. As a matter of fact, I might even be able to cum this way. We continued our hip gyrations, and I could tell she was getting closer. In spite of my amazement, I helped her along as best as I could. Running my hands up her body, I grabbed a titty in each hand. I continued to move with her as I pinched her nipples, softly at first, then harder as I tried to guess how hard she wanted it. "It's ok; you're not going to break them." she said, pulling her shirt up so I could get to them easier. That was all the motivation I needed. As I pinched one, I moved my mouth to the other and began to suck and nibble her nipples. While I was rotating to and from each breast, she grabbed the back of my head and "helped" me move from one to the other. I looked up at her when she let go, and latched on to her breasts again with both hands. Our faces were now inches from each other, and I could feel her increased breath as she worked her way toward orgasm. With the ironic realization that we hadn't even kissed yet, I leaned up to do just that. Smiling, she pulled away. She would lean in to kiss me and then pull back. I watched her lips; yearning to cross that tiny little boundary. Sweet lips. I needed them. Had to have them. But still, she refused. God, I love to be teased! Finally, as her orgasm approached, she crushed her lips into mine. Our tongues dueled while the tempo of her grinding reached light speed. I pinched her nipples harder at just the right moment, as a powerful orgasm swept through her body. She let out a muffled moan while our endless kiss continued. When her climax subsided, we kept kissing. She ceased her hip movements, leaving me hanging, but the ceaseless kissing appeared to be a culmination of our newfound love, lust, and promise of more to come. "Thanks," she said, catching her breath, "I needed that!" "Now whose the teaser?" I asked. "You can't just leave me hanging; you gotta finish what you started." "After toying with me, it's time you got teased back." she replied. "You're the one who's playing games," I retorted, "with your tight shorts and bare tits." "Are you kidding?!" she said. "You have been teasing me for years now and you expect me to feel sorry for you after just once. I'm going to take a shower now." Though it sounded like a heated argument, our exchange, although very hot, was anything but an argument. You could cut the sexual tension in the air with a butter knife. As she stood, I grabbed the waistband of her shorts and pulled. As they passed her pussy, I saw the most lush forest of pubic hair I had seen in a very long time. Not that a full bush is a turnoff or anything, it's just that I prefer being able to see what I'm doing. "See why I have to take a shower?" she asked; the mischief grin was back in full force as she pulled her shorts back up. "I haven't had the need to shave for a while now. If you're a good boy and get your work done, I might let you finish what you started." She turned to leave. "Wait!" I said, standing up. When she turned back around, I took her in my arms and kissed her. She responded with the same fervor we had shared just a few moments ago. During our long, passionate embrace, my hands moved down to that sweet ass. However, when I reached up to grab a breast, she broke away. "I see what you're trying to do, naughty boy." she said. "We both have work to do." The kiss may have stopped, but we were still in each other's arms, my hands still on her ass. "Are you going to shave the whole thing?" I asked. "I don't know; what do you want me to do?" "Leave a little at the top; I'm not into little girl noonies. And FYI, you started it." She laughed, kissed me again, and went to take a shower. I, on the other hand, turned back to my own work, but for some odd reason, I was a little overzealous. The drain broke alright, but not the way I wanted it to. Looking down through the hole in the floor, I saw that the drainpipe itself had broken. Oh well, at least I got the damn thing off. But a whole new problem had arisen. I'd have to cut a hole in the floor. I plugged in the saw and was about to make my cut when I realized that I should let her know what I was doing before I just cut a hole in her house. Right? Or maybe, knowing she was naked in the other bathroom, I needed to see it. Whatever the reason, I put down the saw and went to the other bathroom. I was about to knock on the door when I heard the shower running, but I turned the doorknob instead. Unlocked. On purpose? Walking into the bathroom, I saw her silhouette through the semi-transparent shower door. I tried to be as quiet as possible opening the shower door, but it was no use. Even gently, it sounded like I was rolling a freakin' piano across the floor. "What took you so long?" she asked, "I thought maybe you lost interest." Oh, she looked exquisite. There's something about a wet, naked woman that just epitomizes sexy: the way her hair lay over her head and ran down her back, showing just her face in all of it's appealing beauty; the sheen of her wet skin reflecting off the light, while those incredibly lucky drops of water were cascading down various parts of her body; her pert breasts with hard nipples, which are incredibly gorgeous by anyone's standards; and most of all, the return of her confidence in a smile brimming with the knowledge that she had just rendered me speechless. Sexy. Beautiful. I was staring. "Are you there?" she was still smiling. "I have no idea." I replied, still drinking in the sight of her. She laughed. "Ok," I began, "I'll be perfectly honest; don't get me wrong, what I'm seeing here is nice, to say the least, but it's a little disappointing." "Oh." she said, looking confused and maybe a little hurt. "See, I have been obsessed with that magnificent ass of yours since the first time I saw it and, quite frankly, since its finally bare in front of me, but pointing the wrong way. . .well, let's just say I'm not very damn happy about it." Let the teasing resume. Smiling, she began a slow turn; then quickly faced me again. Turning the opposite direction, she quickly spun back again. But the joke was on her. "Ha ha; you just think you're teasing me now." I said, "Because the dance your boobies are doing is awesome! Of course she responded by covering them up with her hand. . .or at least a noble effort. The laughter was back. I've already mentioned that I like to be teased, but her joy of the situation and the self assurance that she held a certain power over me was far more satisfying, not to mention an incredible turn-on. Finally, biting her bottom lip, she gave me a complete turn and rewarded me with the vision I had been waiting for. She turned her head to watch my reaction, but I was oblivious at the moment. Have I mentioned that I really like her ass? Man what a thing of beauty: perfectly sculpted with a firm roundness that truly defines a nice ass. Plus, there's enough there to grab a hold of and enjoy the ride. DAMN! I teased myself; meaning that, starting at her ankles, I moved my eyes slowly up her legs (very nice), lingering on her delicious ass (I think I've made my opinion fairly clear), and working my way past those twin "great ass" dimples in the small of her back (every time I've seen a set of those dimples, they've been hovering above a high-quality derriere), up her back (my God, even her back is sexy!) until, finally, our eyes met. Now, what I meant to say was probably witty, for certain; but what came out was a series of rambling noises that I won't even attempt to spell. "You like?" she asked. "Nah," I said, "it was my dislike that turned me into a babbling idiot." She giggled, then replied: "Neither one of us is getting our work done." "Sorry," I said, "for some reason I'm a little distracted. Besides, without a guarantee, what's my motivation?" "Should we draw up a contract?" she teased. "I think a verbal agreement will suffice." I replied. "And what sort of agreement are you looking for?" "Well, we'll need some sort of reward system in place to maximize efficiency. Especially since I'll have to cut a hole in the floor and crawl under the house to fix the drain line I broke." "What?" her alarm was immediate. "Please try and stay focused." I said. "You'll run out of hot water any time now." She turned the water off. "How are you going to fix the hole in the floor?" "There are two layers in most floors. Underneath the floor you walk on is the sub-floor. I'll cut a big hole in the top, a smaller hole in the sub-floor, and replace the top one to cover it up. I've done it in my own house, and, believe me, it's much better to have close access to those lines. With all that extra work, though, I'm afraid I'll need a lot better payment than our original agreement." "I'd say your payment so far has been more that fair." she slipped back into the routine. "You've already had an orgasm." I pointed out. "And let me apologize for my inability to look you in the eye." "So you'll do it for an orgasm?" sexy, mischief grin was back. She jiggled her boobs for good measure. "I'm thinking more like two." "What if I can't get you off twice?" "Who said anything about me?" I closed the door and left her to mull that one over in her mind. I heard her laugh before the shower came back on. After cutting through the two layers of floor, I could see that the line had broken in a pretty ideal spot and that fixing it would be a snap. I put the new drain kit on the tub so I could attach it to the drain as soon as I repaired it. As a matter of fact, I had it fixed and was about to come back up when she came back in to the closet. She was wearing a robe and, hopefully, nothing else. Luckily, I had just put the flashlight (man, what a handy tool that had been) back up on the floor. "I finished my work, how about you?" she said. "I'm not sure; could you hand me the flashlight?" Squatting down, she handed me the light, which I turned on immediately and shined right up her robe. She had left a small patch of hair at the top, but the rest was bald. Her bare pussy was a work of art, to say the least. "You do know that the quicker you get the job done, the quicker you'll get paid." she said, not moving. "I'm done;" I replied, "I just couldn't let that opportunity pass me by." "Oh, you asshole!" she laughed as she stood up. Stepping forward and straddling the hole in the floor, she gave me a full body "up-skirt" shot that, I must say, was deeply appreciated. "Thank you!" I said. "As a matter of fact, you're more than welcome to stay there while I crawl out." "Nope, you've had your fun; I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself." she said, moving back to sit in the chair she had been sitting in earlier. Making record time, I crawled out, replaced the cover over the hole and screwed it down. Turning around, I was rewarded with another up-skirt shot and that sexy grin. "You're filthy!" she said. "As crazy as it sounds, it must have happened while I was under the house." I said. Her pussy was still exposed and I was staring again. "I hope there's enough hot water left." she replied. Ceasing the Teasing "Well I'm damn sure not taking a cold shower." Laughing, she took me by the hand and led me to the other bathroom. I always gather my tools and put them up when I'm done for the day. . .fuck it! "Now get undressed, while I get the water ready." she said. "Yes ma'am." While I was pulling my shirt off over my head, she dropped the robe, and suddenly, we were both nude. I stepped into the shower and turned around. She was right there. "I thought you may need a little help." she cooed. Taking the bar of soap, she rubbed and lathered it all over my body. As she reached around to do my back, I kissed her. The soap dropped to the floor as we locked ourselves into an embrace, our hand exploring each other's bodies as we made out in earnest. We had spent the day teetering on the edge, and the moment had finally come. After years of both conscious and subconscious teasing, we had finally abandoned ourselves to the moment and embraced the reality that both our lives and our relationship had changed permanently. We didn't care. Let our newfound (lust? love?) whatever it was, take us wherever it wanted to; we were sure to enjoy the ride. "Wash your hair," she said, handing me the shampoo, "I wasn't kidding about the hot water." "You mean you're not going to do it for me?" I asked. "You're a big boy; you can handle it." she was still smiling. As I lathered up, she bent down to get the soap. (Insert prison joke here). I washed my face and got quite a shock as I felt her mouth engulf my dick in one swift movement. Needless to say, I rinsed quickly, careful not to let any soap run down my front, so I could watch her. She definitely knew what she was doing. Bobbing her head up and down while simultaneously using her hand to stroke, (along with all the teasing up to this point) she had me on the brink of orgasm in a matter of seconds. Her other hand was busy working on her pussy as she appeared to be enjoying herself as much as I was. "Watch out," I groaned, "I'm liable to blow your head off after all you've put me through." "I bet I can handle it." she had pulled away long enough to speak, then went back to her task. Watching her working on both of us was taking its toll. She started to whimper as she was getting closer to climax as well. The vibrations of her voice added to the visual and physical stimuli had finally pushed me to the edge. . .closer. . .closer. . .here it comes. . .COLD WATER! Without warning, we ran out of hot water and, in turn, ran out of the shower. "Arghhh!" Talk about frustrating! She was laughing. "Yeah, you're really going to laugh when my balls turn so blue they fall off!" I knew as soon as it came out of my mouth that it would only make it worse. However, laughter is, indeed, contagious and before long we were both clutching our sides. She would regain some control, then look at me and it'd be all over again. I don't know how long we laughed, but it felt good in spite of the sexual frustration that triggered it. "This is a hell of a story we can't tell anyone about." I said. Well, shit, I got her going again. "You poor baby." she said when she finally regained composure. Another chuckle. She wrapped a towel around me and pulled me close. After another kiss, we dried each other off and retreated to the bedroom. She sat down on the edge of the bed, while, still standing, I gently pushed her back. I loved the gentle wobble of her breasts as her back hit the bed. On my hands and knees beside her, I kissed my way up her body, lingering on her breasts for just a moment, then working my way to her hungry mouth as she leaned in to return my kisses. I slowly ran my hand down her body on a non-stop flight to her pussy when I suddenly stopped and pulled away from her. I leaned down to get a closer look at her bare little vagina. "Damn, I was afraid of that." I said, with a look of concern on my face. "What?" she asked, trying to sit up. I (accidentally? ;-) grabbed her breast as I gently pushed her back down. "Yeah, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to num it." "Numb it? What the hell are you talking about?" she was so cute with her look of alarm that I couldn't help smiling. I knelt down beside the bed and ran a quick stroke of my tongue up the length of her pussy. "Nummy, nummy." I said, putting her legs over my shoulders. "Oh my God you're so weird!" she giggled. I always tease a little before I get down to my vaginer licking. Kissing my way up one side of her labia, I blew my hot breath across her clit before kissing my way down the other side. With a quick lick up the length of her slit, I repeated the process over and over until she was squirming and writhing with passion. I finally let her off the hook and got down to business. "Oh, yeah." she whispered. She put her hands on the back of my head. Another trick I learned (from reading erotica, I'm proud to say) was to write the ABC's on her clit; both upper and lower case to make it last longer. What I never expected, though, was what happened next. I was up to Mm when she spoke. . .or sang. "A-B-C-D-E-F-G. . ." she was breathing hard. "You can read 'vagina'?" I couldn't resist. She chuckled. I had to see if this was for real. N-I-C-E-A-S-S "Thank you." she panted. F-U-C-K-M-E "Mmm. . .not until you eat all of your supper." Was she breathing harder? She was moving her hips with me, but I was still totally amazed by her ability to decipher words spelled out on her clit. A-W-E-S-O-M-E Though her eyes were closed, she was smiling when I looked up at her; then licked her lips, bit her bottom lip and sighed. Awesome, indeed. I moved on to simply licking her all over. No words, or even letters now, just doing my damndest to cover every millimeter of her sex. It worked. She was moving faster, breathing harder, and making the sexiest little noises, until she finally gave me what I'd been working so hard for: "Oh, I'm gonna cum!" she panted in a very loud whisper. I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U Rocking her hips, and, somehow pulling my hair and pushing my face into her pussy at the same time, she gasped and moaned as her orgasm wracked her body with spasms and an intensity that surpassed her previous climax by light years. She didn't take time to catch her breath when she sat up; instead, she pulled my face into hers and kissed me with an forcefulness that might have been scary if I wasn't so fucking horny. Many women are reluctant to kiss a guy who has her vaginer juice smeared all over his face, but not Tammy. If anything, she seemed intent on cleaning it all off. I had reached my boiling point. No more pissing in the wind, it was time to get down to business. Still making out with her, I stood and guided my hard-on to the entrance of her pussy. She broke the kiss to watch me slide into her. Oh, what an awesome feeling! I settled into a slow rhythm in an attempt to prolong our sex. I could have cum immediately in light of all the torture I had endured up to this point, not to mention the incredible tightness. Realizing my intentions, she moved as slowly as well. "I guess you know," I said, as I reached down to stroke her clit, "this is mine now." "Yes." she said, "It's been your's for the taking for a long time." She increased her tempo just a little, as she resumed our kissing. Then broke away. "Do you want to get behind me?" she asked. "Not unless you want a 30-second-short-stroke." I replied. "If I saw that ass right now, we'd be done." Just a smile this time, as she savored the moment, closing her eyes and breathing harder. I continued to stroke her clit as our tempo increased. I was trying as hard as I could to wait for her, but doubting my control. She sensed this and slowed down. "Don't you dare!" she said. It sounded like a joke, but I honestly thought she might kill me if I came first. So I did the only thing I could think of. . . I pulled out of her. "What are you doing?!" "I'll last much longer if you're on top." I said, moving onto the bed beside her. "Trust me; we'd never make it the way we were going. She wasted no time crawling on top of me. I almost lost it, though, when she guided me back into her. She was in control now, and free to move faster. It didn't take long for her to figure out that this position also gave me better access to her boobs. I nibbled and sucked on her nipples as she increased her pace. As her panting and rhythm increased, she pulled my face up for another kiss. "Did you mean it?" she asked. "Yeah, if we hadn't changed positions. . ." "Not that," she interrupted, "the last thing you wrote." "Maybe." I teased. "Ohhh. . ." she groaned, "please; I want to know." "Maybe I. . ." "Please." she begged, "I need to know. Some things you just don't joke about." She was moving faster, breathing harder, and I could tell she was nearing another climax. Good thing. I wouldn't last much longer. "Yes." I admitted. Whoa! Did we just cross that line? Yes. Was it true? Yes. It was true. I did (and still do) love her. "Tell me." she gasped. No more games. "I love you." "Ohhh. . .again." "I love you." She kissed me with the same intensity she had after her last orgasm; moving her hips with the same speed she had precluded every climax with. I broke the kiss this time. "I love you, Tammy." "Ohhh, Godmmmph!" she yelled as I resumed the kiss that carried her through her most powerful orgasm yet; it blazed through her body like a wildfire. I'd always heard of simultaneous orgasms, but never experienced one. Grabbing her ass and pulling her as tight against me as I could I pumped what felt like a gallon of sperm into her. This time, our hips slowed to a halt as we broke the kiss and she laid her cheek against mine. We lay there for a while, catching our breaths while I pondered the thought of all the years I wasted not making love to this incredible woman. "I love you, too." she said, climbing off of me and laying beside me. My arm was around her; her head on my chest; one leg draped possessively over me. "Stay with me tonight." "I wish I could." I replied. Sad, though it was, I'd just found out that I'm in love with two women; one of which I'd never wake up to. "You can." "Riight, I'll just tell Terri that I'm too busy making love to her sister to come home." "Why not?" she was looking at me now. "Do you want me to tell her?" "Yeah, you do that." Reaching across me, she grabbed the phone and started dialing. "Terri," she began, "I'm not through with him yet. I think he needs to stay the night." "Yeah, right." I said as she "listened." "Would you believe three?" she pretended to listen again. "Yeah, for the second one, and you were right, he is good at it." "Oh, bullshit." I said as she looked at me. "You call yourself a lesbian?" she laughed. "Are you sure you don't mind?" she was speaking into the phone again. "Ok, well, he still doesn't believe me so you'll have to tell him yourself." Pause. "I love you too, sis. . .here he is." I grabbed the phone and put it to my ear. I expected to hear a dial tone, but it was silent on the other end. Nicely done. "Hi honey!" I began. "Let me just say that your sister has a spectacular ass and she's a total wildcat in the sack!" Tammy giggled. "Well, I'll keep that in mind." said. . . Terri! "Holy shit!" I couldn't believe it. "It's ok dear, just listen." she said. "You know I've been pushing this for forever. As a matter of fact, I didn't think we were ever gonna get you to break. I have to give it to you; you are loyal." "But why?" I was stunned. "Because I love you. Both of you. Tammy needs a good man right now, and I have one. And Tammy and I. . .we'll talk about that later. There are just a few things we have to cover, though. One: I get details when you come home tomorrow. Two: save some for me. When you tell me all about it, I'll get horny, I guarantee you. And third: I don't like the idea of her living in that rundown piece of shit. We need to fix it up enough to sell it and then move her in here. I want you to please consider that request. Ok?" "Uh. . . yeah, sure." "I love you." she said. "If I had any doubts, they're gone now." I said. "I love you too, baby." She hung up. I looked over at Tammy, who was laying in bed with the covers pulled up to her chin. "Coming to bed, dear?" she cooed, as she pulled the covers down on what was apparently my side of the bed.. I turned off the light and crawled in bed.